"Not unless her mother rose from the grave and her father didn't kill her mother," came the tense reply.

Dean sighed. "Poor kid".

"Yeah well. Sorry, Dean. Gotta go".

"Bye Bobby".

Dean hung up the phone and just then he heard Sam shout from inside.

"Sammy!?" Dean shouted. But before he could race in a hand was wrapped around his throat and was dragging Dean into the motel room. Dean was thrown to the ground with immense force. He hit his head and saw stars.